Mark grinned over at Illya.

"All forgiven, mate?"

Illya paused, then nodded.

"On one condition. That each of you still owes me one meal. This time a meal of my choosing."

Mark looked to April and Napoleon.

"What do you say? Sounds fair. After all, we picked out what he ate for a whole month."

"You have a deal, chum. And I think we owe Ruby a very nice tip for managing to do what we failed to."

"Agreed."

It was, perhaps, just as well that none of them saw the wink Ruby gave Illya when she refilled his tea.